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On a wing, and a prayer! Yet the prayer was not there. Not quite yet!

Down the stairs I went with the last of my life in my hands, closing the door to ME. Everything ME was behind those doors. My heart felt bent, mangled, and distorted. I was completely spent

Laughter in the early morning as my kids would race for television dibs. The sibling rivalry I would not hear. Having to lead them into their homeschool work, with a perky smile. All this now was lingering miles behind me. As the car wheels drew further from my family that made me, ME. Without them I had no exsistence

What was next I did not know. I just knew this was the most pain I had ever felt. These cards dealt were not a hand I wished to play. Sorrow rained upon my day. Lord where will I go, how will I be carried through

I stayed with different families within my church. Different beds, so much hurt. I was distant, and talked little. Reminded that this too could not last

So few friends, and my only family just closed the door behind me. With phone in hand I had to call my mom in Washington. It was time to go home to my roots

Soot I declared, cremation my heart is mere ashes. I did not want to live I cried. I already felt dead inside. My mom knew the distress in my voice, as I wept. Barely breathing between my sobs. The cob webs, and skeletal remains were enough to do anyone in

The wheels in my head were a constant replay of my kids voices. Longing to see, touch, and feel their presence. Merciless trampling my brain to no end. My kids, they were my kids, how could he do this

All I could do as I had zero resources was get on a plane bound northwest. That really felt like a slam in the chest. How does a mom leave all she is behind. Oh this life is so unkind. God will you not spare me from this reality? Go back, and change all to a minor technicality

In all honesty there was nothing left. I could not go back. I gave into the devil and could not elude him. In fact earlier that week in an inebriated state, I waded into a pool put my hands up in the air. Just did not care, and began to float under water. Waiting for my body to have no breath. There was nothing left. My vision Ebenezer. Feeling God was a rouge

All I remember is standing in a shower, wondering why I was still with life. Yelling at people who saved me to leave me be, let me loathe in self pity. My world crashing in around me, God could not grab me. Curled in a corner of the tub in my bathing suit, head so low. Fresh cut wounds staining me red. I wanted to be dead

All that was left for me to do was get on a plane in save of my life. What little life I had. So on a wing, and a prayer. Yet the prayer was not there. Not yet! Just jet fuel, and distemper. Waiting to detonate

With luggage in tow, and all the baggage my heart now carried it was quite a load. Turmoil surrounded me, and the devil gloated. I was half loaded upon flight. Not sure where I left God, feeling the rod he did not keep. Maybe in the car as we drove off with my all ME, my life in the rear view mirror. On a plane now leaving all of ME behind, bound for who knew where. God was making way to do a number on me YET!

2 Corinthians 1:1
He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us again. On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us.


Don’t give up before the miracle happens! Smile lots, forgive quickly, and never take life for granted!

5 thoughts on “On a wing, and a prayer! Yet the prayer was not there. Not quite yet!

    1. It was a hard truth that came in my life. My ex husband and I no longer could coexist. I was married into the church family I grew up in. At 20 I married the p.k. at the church I had attended since the 4th grade. I meant my vows, as I am sure he did as well. Some years later alcohol came into our lives, and sin crept in. I stayed as long as I could. I had a biblical out, and I was dying inside with all the hurt that we both had created. Our poor kids went through so much heartache. I asked my ex if he would seek biblical counsel for our marriage. That was not an option. He is still an active alcoholic, and very lost. I am really close with his parents. I made amends to them, and they know the sincerity of my heart. It was a marriage I have my part too. It is all just so sad, but God heals if we are willing. Then we move on. My kids don’t see their dad, they are young adults. All I can do is pray he breaks and finds what I have found. I sincerely wish that for his life, as we do not talk. I only hear from his parents how bad off he is. Broken hearts do heal! God heals, and redeems! I find so much peace in who I am now. Hard to believe this is all part of my story. God bless you! Thank you for reading, and commenting! 💜 Lisa

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